Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
He huffs out a breath and I stare at his beautiful face. His teeth are bared, his eyebrows drawn inward—a beautiful representation of the fierce pleasure he’s feeling. His gaze focuses on me and when our eyes lock, his pace slows. For a fleeting moment, I almost protest because we are racing to something that is going to shred me apart.
But the emotion in his eyes as he rocks his body against mine produces a new kind of ache within me. It’s all about connection—heart and body—and the love within his gaze causes everything in me to go haywire.
Callum lowers my leg so it rests around his hip, smoothing his hand slowly along my thigh and then sliding it under my back to gather me in close. He holds some of his weight off me but for the most part, I feel smothered in the best possible way. He’s on me, surrounding me… in me, and nothing has ever felt more right in the world.
He kisses me softly while maintaining a steady yet gentle thrust of his hips against mine and the sweetness of the it all incites the slow build of another orgasm. It’s an ache only he can soothe and I don’t even try to hold it back. I melt under him, telling my body to let go.
It hits me forcefully, my entire body tightening with pleasure before it releases with a surprised cry of ecstasy.
“Jesus,” Callum groans as he grinds down against my pelvis, and then he buries his face in my neck as his body shakes with his own orgasm. “Juni… Juni… Juni…,” he chants, his beard tickling my skin.
Callum wraps his arms around me tight, pressing our bodies flush as we both shudder from the intensity of our connection.
It’s then that my heart splits right down the middle, tearing open old scars and unfolding wide to let Callum all the way in.
CHAPTER 23
Callum
I read over the meticulously crafted email to the general manager of the Seattle Storm, Jeff Sorban. One of my scouts is looking at a young player who just got called up from the minors to the Storm this past year. I’ve watched the film of him and he’s got more than just potential. He’s pretty fucking fantastic, and I’m interested.
Dear Jeff,
I hope this message finds you well. I’ve been closely following the progress of your team’s prospects, and I was particularly impressed with Alex Dahlin’s performance this past season. His skill set and on-ice presence were noteworthy.
Given our current team needs and future planning, I believe Dahlin could be a valuable addition to our roster. I am reaching out to gauge your interest in a potential trade involving him. We are open to discussing various options that could benefit both our teams, including player exchanges, draft picks, or other assets.
I understand that parting with a promising talent like Dahlin requires careful consideration. Please rest assured that we are committed to proposing a fair and mutually beneficial deal. I would appreciate the opportunity to discuss this further with you, either over the phone or through a face-to-face meeting, at your earliest convenience.
If this is something you are open to exploring, please let me know. I am keen to hear your thoughts and any specific needs or objectives your team is looking to address through a trade.
Thank you for considering this inquiry. I look forward to the possibility of constructive discussions and a potentially fruitful collaboration.
Best regards,
Callum Derringer
General Manager, Pittsburgh Titans
I may or may not get a good answer. I’m sure I’ll get an honest one as I like Jeff and he’s about as straight a shooter as they come, but if this player is someone he won’t be keen on losing, he might go vague on me.
We’ll see.
Regardless, the email is off, and I feel that sufficient time has passed since I last spoke to Juniper that I can call her without appearing like a stalker.
That was when I bent over her sleeping form as she slumbered in my bed this morning and kissed the side of her head. She was exhausted because once we got our groove back between the sheets, not much sleep happened last night.
I’m surprised my kiss even penetrated the deep rise and fall of her chest she was so soundly under, but she opened her eyes and stared at me blearily. “Are you going to work?”
I sat on the edge of the bed near her hip, restraining myself from touching her. Because if I felt even an inch of that soft skin, I was liable to get naked and crawl back under the covers. “Want to go out to dinner tonight?”
She rubbed at her eyes and yawned. “I can just make us something here. No need to go to any trouble.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, causing me to break my vow not to touch her, only to tweak her on the nose. “I’m taking you out to a nice dinner. It’s a date. That means you don’t cook or work for our food tonight. You let me treat you to something nice.”